Bitter Fruit (12)
"Excellent."
Keeping the same interval, Dorian stubbornly knocked a fourth time. Fu Qian finally gave a slight nod, let go, and allowed him to fall.
As expected of a practical atheist. His composure was commendable.
The reason for the sudden change in his actions was simple. Before he could finish striking back, he had already realized that anyone who could grab him by the neck like that was no opponent he could handle with martial arts.
So almost instantly, he decided to express his restraint and willingness to communicate in this way.
Though the conversation was already over.
Fu Qian believed this casual lesson would go a long way toward helping him understand his situation.
"...Just what are you— I look forward to your good news."
Sure enough, after landing, Dorian struggled to get out only a few words before quickly correcting himself and refraining from any further impolite questions.
Fu Qian's response was not to take advantage of the change in his attitude to ask more. He simply carried the doll in one hand and walked away.
This lord is the mighty King of Prison Break. Being approachable is one thing, but I still suggest you remember your place.
The nature of this mission was unusual, so the right touch required careful judgment. But that didn't mean simply keeping a low profile.
A mysterious, powerful outsider whose goals were unknown and whose moods were unpredictable—Fu Qian believed this display might shake things up even more than killing Dorian outright.
Although the containment target still hadn't appeared.
He hoped Dr. Dorian would have more surprises in store for him next.
It was indeed daytime, but dense clouds still packed the sky without leaving a single gap.
The clinic door closed behind him, and Fu Qian surveyed